[Verse 1] Marching, marching thro’ [through] the misty night, / Peering thro’ the dark, longing for a fight, / Tramping, stumbling, on the broken ground / With the tang of battle all around. While at home the busy needles fly, / Knitting with a smile, / Knitting with a sigh, / For their sons, and brothers, / Fathers, lovers, too; / They’re knitting for the soldiers brave and true.
[Chorus] Knitting, knitting, knitting, with the Khaki wool and grey, / Mufflers, socks and balaclava caps, / They are knitting day by day; / Knitting, knitting, knitting, with a pray’r [prayer] in ev’ry [every] row, / That the ones they hold in their hearts so dear, / May be guarded as they go.
[Verse 2] Clang and clamor, smoke and dust and death, / Blindly fighting on, catching ev’ry [every] breath. / Comrades dropping down on ev’ry [every] side / Holding back the seething hostile tide. / But at home the loving hands are still / Knitting with their hearts, / Knitting with a will, / Knitting for their Empire, / King and soldiers too; / They’re knitting for the ones so brave and true.

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